The Great Time Travel Escape Plan

by Brendan S



This story may end abruptly, but let me just say that the protaganist does not feel shame, for what he's done.

The ending is complete, rife with beginning-codes, and the vengeful motions in gravity that hold us against the terrible Earth.

The reason why so many of us will refuse Reality, and In Spite of this, encode ourselves to live in another program entirely..

The reason why so many of us give in to the self-confessive need to achieve more, in each moment, is due to defy.

The reason for this is definitely something we can see in the first three letters of the word.

So, crimes all but committed, and now still unrequited, we see a passionate hero who hates what he sees in the world . . .

He knowtices a lot of strange Things, in the world, that like God himself, were not normal to him.

So, he wrote.

"I saw movies about me."

"People playing characters that seemed to exactly portay Me Myself! But I never even thought I was popular ...."

"Over time, I got angry, and smashed my computer and a few TV-sets."

Youtube enraged me as early as 2005, and I hated the internet for the spyware.

It was ruined early on.

I saw it from 1995.

And, for some reason, I blamed it all on Hollywood.

9/11 happened right after my grandmother fell in front of me, and I had to pick her up..

She was pretty light, but made a big deal of it.

I was weirded out by the whole thing.

The nineties (late nineties) and early millennium, when the internet started in that year, it just seemed more connected instantly.

So, we noticed popular hackers, and popular chatroom users, and etc. over time rise to "power on the internet" through their words alone, especially in chatrooms ..

I was one of those people, and so were a lot of actors.

"I got pissed off at how some people just seemed to "know" things about me, and use the file they held in their minds for dramas, actions, and weird sci-fi movies, because I :really: am a Psychic Operative, agent, for the Defense Program of the NSA, and I really have had it up to here..."

He sent the letter to the judge of the country, immeditately left his home, and then unpacked in a new hotel room to think about where he wanted to go, with the other $1000 in his pocket.

.....

Time passed, and the movies continued to outrage him.

From Batman to Superman, it was all so heroic.

Fucking assholes.

So one day, he smashed the TV in the hotel room, and got kicked out.

He was homeless for three days.

Going from long walk to bench to bench.

He sat around, and eventually got a chance to borrow someone's guitar, and made $100 busking in the street, and then bought another room.

He sat, and spun a coin in his hand, staring at pictures gridded out on the wall directly in front of him. He was dressed in white.

He lied a lot, to protect his identity.

And then Brendan kicked everyones asses in Hollywood.

The End.